Shoveled Six Feet Under (Funeral Home)

The wheelchaired woman would not have to scour very far to find a representative at the funeral home. Although there is a Caucasian woman somewhere in her thirties walking around she doesn't seem to be the person that you would approach. She gives the woman entering a polite nod of acknowledgment but then goes on about her way doing whatever kind of work one would do at this hour. The mind starts to wonder - preparation of some sort maybe? You'd recall her walking by with a cart of supplies. Perhaps someone is being embalmed? You'd perish the thought however since you are looking for someone to speak to.

Thankfully there is a man sitting at the front desk with slight messy red hair and what seems to be an itchy beard as he scratches it for a moment as you approach. Startled or at least taken off-guard the man sort of snaps to attention, not in a military fashion but sooner at though he had been dreaming, and puts on a big smile as he looks at you.

"A fine evening, madame. Welcome at Shoveled Six Feet Under where we care for the dead, my name is Francis Tyler, son of the proprietor Jack Tyler, how may I be of assistance to you?" 

Francis gave the woman a warm and pleasant smile.

"Oh but I in part owner of this establishment and I believe my father is currently resting. We could go through the details and I can relay them to you. He will then in turn get back to you as soon as possible." It rolled off his tongue so easily that you are convinced this is not the rest time he has had to say something similar to a customer of sorts.

Again he scratched his beard and if you were to take a closer look at it you might see a few small sores or scabs underneath the beard. Perhaps he grows his beard to hide this fact or maybe these are because of the fact he has a beard that is clearly itchy.

"What is your place of business if I may ask, not close to where we operate is it?"

"Ah good good. That means we are not in direct competition with each other, miss Mazzi." Francis responded jokingly upon hearing they are from across town. He did involuntarily squint his eyes when he heard her mention an unusual allergy she got but decided to not press it. At the end of the night he does not know her or who she might really be affiliated with.

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Meanwhile in the backroom office, away from potential prying eyes, Wyrmwood is watching the video feed of the front desk closely trying to decide and figure out who this woman really is and why she has come over to the funeral home. In his line of work he knows for a fact people don't show up regularly offering deals in this business; not unless they are wanting of special services.

[Would Wyrmwood know anything about this funeral home? i.e is there some common knowledge about this place or can I roll something?]

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"Before I forget, my name is Francis Tyler - son of Jack Tyler who you of course know as the owner of the place. Now, what kind of arrangement would you like to make with us?" He gave her a cordial smile as he typed on the computer behind the desk. Having two tabs open, one to communicate with his sire over IM and one to actually make notes, he starts typing away. First and foremost asking Wyrmwood if he is seeing this and asking about his next courses of action but secondly actually notarizing what Lilly is going to be saying.

[[Both of them are equal in dice pool so rolling 3 dice here. I will be using Computers more than likely.


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Francis blinked a few times when she gave her particular order on coffins.

"I am sorry but I don't believe we have that kind of artistry on site either. Much like yourself we primarily deal in wood and the like for our coffins since iron and stone are hardly cost-beneficial. I can however see if we could arrange something potentially. Let me type that up." He answered quickly after hearing the proposal.

On this computer he typed the rather bizarre request and checked to see if Wyrmwood had written anything.

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Wyrmwood for his part looked at the feed in awe and started to make sure to make multiple copies for safety and future reference. Instead of replying to Francis and potentially making matters word he started to look into this woman and who she might be even going as far as going onto Schrecknet posting about her. In his post he made sure to also attach a short clip of the wheelchair moving about and her voice. Perhaps some of the other Rats knew more about her than him. He will eventually IM Francis saying that she is not human and to proceed with caution.

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Francis smiled at Lilly after typing everything up, making sure to stay cordial especially now that he knows she is not fully human.

"I have written everything down and I will make sure to have my father contact you as soon as possible. Would you prefer us to contact you at your business or via a private number?"

Wyrmwood would watch the video of a wheelchair without a person in there wheel itself out of his funeral home with eyes open wide. He still couldn't quite believe that a Giovanni would come to his place. Would it have something to do with the mansion and what they did there? Fuck, if that was the case he could be in quite a bit of trouble.

That particular evening after she had left he would meet with Francis to comfort him that everything was alright. Nothing is going on, this is something they should have anticipated. They wouldn't have been able to have their own place for too long before others would take interest in them,

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A couple of days will pass before Wyrmwood calls the number at around 10PM using a voice as sweet as honey.

"A good evening, apologies for calling at this hour but would misses Lillianna Mazzi be available?"